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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
The Saints,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.