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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.