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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Wings,
EPMD,
Ituana,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.