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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.