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 Togo 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Franke,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.