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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.