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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.