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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Remains 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Suicide,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.