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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.