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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Visage,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.