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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Mojo Men to the dance 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.