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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.