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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.