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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.