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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.