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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.