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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.