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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
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.