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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.