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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Busters to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.