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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
The Evens,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.