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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.