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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.