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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.