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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.