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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.