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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.