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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.