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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.