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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.