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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.