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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.