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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
DNA,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
the Association,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.