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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.