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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.