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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.