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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.