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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.