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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Fear,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.