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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Neu!,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.