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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
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KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.