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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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.