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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.