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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.