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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.