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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
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.