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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.