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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.