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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.