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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.