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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.