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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.