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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.