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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.