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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.