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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.