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 France and from Madrid.
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 Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.