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 Burundi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds 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 rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.