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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.