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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Monks,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.