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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
X-101,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.