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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.