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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.