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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.