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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.