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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.