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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.