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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.