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 Guinea 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.