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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Franke,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.