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 Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.