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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.