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 India and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Magma,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.