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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Mars,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.