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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.