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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.