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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.