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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.