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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.