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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Technova,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.