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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.