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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.