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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.