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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.