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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
the Association,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.