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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.