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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.