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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
UT,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.