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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.