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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
The Sound,
New Order,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.