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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Scion,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.