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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
PIL,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.