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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.