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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.