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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Pop Group to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Aswad,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.