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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.