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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
MDC,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.