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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.