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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.