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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.