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 Croatia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.