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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.