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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.