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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.