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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.