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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.