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 India and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
John Holt,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.