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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Can,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.