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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.