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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.