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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Zapp,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.