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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.