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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.