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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
The Sound,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.