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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.