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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.