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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Schoolly D 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.