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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
the Normal,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.