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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Altered Images,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.