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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Angels of Light to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.