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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.