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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.