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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.