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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.