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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.