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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Niagra,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.