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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
X-101,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.