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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.