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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.