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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.