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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
MC5,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.