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 Honduras 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.