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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Fall to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.