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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.