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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.