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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Smog,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.