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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.