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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.