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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
X-102,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.