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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.