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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.