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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.