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 Comoros 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.