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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.