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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.