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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.