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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.