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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.