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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario 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?
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.