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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
The Move,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.