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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.