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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
UT,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.