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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.