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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
the Association,
PIL,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.