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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex 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?
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.