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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hashim to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.