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 Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Television,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.