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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.