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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rakim to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.