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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
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You don't know what you really want.