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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.