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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
CMW,
UT,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.