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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.