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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Television,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.