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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Franke,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.