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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
John Cale,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.