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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.