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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.