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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.