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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.