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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Faust,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.