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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.