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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.