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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.