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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 the Human League to the techno 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.