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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.