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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.