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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
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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.