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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.