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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
UT,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.