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 Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.