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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.