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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.