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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Holt. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
June Days,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.