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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.