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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.