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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.