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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.