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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.