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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.