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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.