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 Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.