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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
JFA,
ABBA,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.