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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.