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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.