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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.