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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.