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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.