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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.