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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.