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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.