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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
JFA,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.