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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.