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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.