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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.