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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Human League 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Q65,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.