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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.