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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.