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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Wire,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.