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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Television,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.