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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Normal 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.