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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.