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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Roxette,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.