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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.