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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.