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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.