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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.