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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Index,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.