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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Brick,
Model 500,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.