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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.