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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
10cc,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.