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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.