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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.