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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.