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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.