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 South Africa and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.