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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.