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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.