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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.