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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
UT,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.