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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.