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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.