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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.