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 Africa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.