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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.