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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.