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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Section 25,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Organ,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.