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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.