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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.