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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
New Order,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.