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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.