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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
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Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.