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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.