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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.