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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.