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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Magma,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.