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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Nas,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.