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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.