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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.