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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Index,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.