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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
PIL,
June of 44,
MC5,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.