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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.