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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.