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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.