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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.