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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Mars,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.