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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.