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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.