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 Maldives and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.