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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.