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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.