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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Slits,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.