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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.