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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.