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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.