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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.