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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.