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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.