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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.