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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.