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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.