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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.