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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Tremeloes to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.