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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.