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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.