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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Monks to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.