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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Can,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.