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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.