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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
cv313,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.