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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.