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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.