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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.