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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Monks,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.