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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.