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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.