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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Visage,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.