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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
AZ,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.