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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.