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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.