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 Andorra 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.