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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
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Morten Harket,
June Days,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.