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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.