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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 The Selecter to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.