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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.