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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
the Association,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.