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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.