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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.