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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.