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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Rakim,
UT,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.