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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.