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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.