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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.