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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.