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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.