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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.