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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.