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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 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 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.