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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Technova,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.