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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
June Days,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.