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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
The Associates,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.