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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 sitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
PIL,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.