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 France and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Pole,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.