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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.