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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Can,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.