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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.