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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Slits,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.