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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.