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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.