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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Mars,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.