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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Ten City to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.