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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
June Days,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.