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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Pole,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.