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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.