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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.