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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.