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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
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Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.