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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Monks,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.