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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
UT,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.