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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Television,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Organ,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.