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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.