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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Wings,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Flipper,
Index,
China Crisis,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.