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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.