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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.