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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.