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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.