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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
UT,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.