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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Slave,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.