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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
10cc,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.