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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.