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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Can,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.