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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.