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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.