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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
UT,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.