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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the punk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.