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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.