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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.