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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.