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 Chad and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.