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 Indonesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.