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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.