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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.