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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
AZ,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.