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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
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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.