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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Wings,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.