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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Slave,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.