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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.