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 Nigeria 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Suicide,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.