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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.