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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.