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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
CMW,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.