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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.