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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.