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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.