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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.