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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.