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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Faust,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.