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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.