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 Russia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Monks,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
UT,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.