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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Wings,
New Order,
The Names,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.