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 Denmark 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 808 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
MC5,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.