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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.