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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Television,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.