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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.