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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.