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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.