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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.