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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Television,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.