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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.