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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.