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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.