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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
AZ,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.