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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.