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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.