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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.