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 Mali 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.