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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.