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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
the Human League,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.