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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
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.