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 Barbados and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.