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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Zeros to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.