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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.