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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.