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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.