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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.