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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
DNA,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
cv313,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.