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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.