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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.