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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.