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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.