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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.