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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.