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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.