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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.