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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.