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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.