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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.