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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.