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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.