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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.