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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.