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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Television,
John Cale,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.