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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.