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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.