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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.