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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.