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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Grass Roots to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.