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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.