Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.