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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
The Associates,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Zapp,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.