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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
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.