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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Human League to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.