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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.