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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.