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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Ronan,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.