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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.