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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.