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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.