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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
The Names,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.