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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.