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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.