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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.