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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.