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 United States and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Franke to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
the Association,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.