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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Oneida,
MC5,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.