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 Libya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gladiators to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.