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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 David McCallum 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Scion,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.