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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.