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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.