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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.