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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.