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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.