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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.