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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.