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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Hoover,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.