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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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?
Intrusion,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.