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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.