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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
CMW,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.