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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.