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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.