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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.