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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.