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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.