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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.