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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Swans,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.