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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.