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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.