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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Names,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.