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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.