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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
June Days,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.