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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Cramps to the punk 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.