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 France 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.