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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Television,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.