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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.