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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Leaves to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
The Remains,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.