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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Index,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.