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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.