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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
The Human League,
June Days,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.