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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Can,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.