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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.