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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.