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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.