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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.