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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
X-101,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.