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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.