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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Ituana,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.