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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
The Monks,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.