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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.