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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
UT,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.