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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Tommy Roe 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Faust,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.