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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selecter to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
The Fall,
X-101,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.