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 India 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.