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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Wings,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.