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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.