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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.