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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.