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 Serbia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.