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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.