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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Television 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.