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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.