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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.