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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.