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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Unwound,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.