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 Germany 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.