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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Index,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.