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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.