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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.