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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
MC5,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.