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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.