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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Slave,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.