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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nirvana 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.