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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.