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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.