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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.