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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.