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 Latvia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Quantec,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.