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 Armenia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
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The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.