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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.