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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby 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 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.