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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.