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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Organ,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.