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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.