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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.